I lavish out my smiles, wanting others to recognize
my life tightly fit onto a B4-sized scrap of paper.
Until I can work out this twisted difficult problem,
I must stay behind and work overtime. I can't leave.

I don't know what I want to do.
I don't know what I'm capable of.
Saying so on my hands and knees, I got this far.
I don't understand about tomorrow.
I don't care about yesterday.
If so, then please at least let me have today.

What did I obtain?
What did I lose?
Looking for an answer, I bit my lips and came this far.
Even if the world would end tomorrow,
even if I try to forget yesterday,
just please at least let me have today.

As the head of the line distances away, I'm left behind alone.
"Where did I trip?" "Ah, what have I been doing?"
Receiving no expectations, and holding no expectations,
although we are shaved and scraped, there's still breath left in us.

But I don't know what I want to do.
I don't know what I'm capable of.
Saying so on my hands and knees, I got this far.
I don't understand about tomorrow.
I don't care about yesterday.
If so, then only today, only this very moment, belongs to us.